My eyes were locked on the canvas beside my closet, concentrating on the photograph-like painting of juicy strawberries like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I sat on the very edge of the bed like I was at at someone's house for the very first time in a white lace bra and blue jeans while Lucy raided my closet.
The moment I stepped out of my house, the smile on her cherry red lips fell into a grimace as she looked at my outfit.
"Hun, you look cute, but it's totally wrong for the city." She said, skipping up the stairs and wrapping her hand around my wrist to pull my back inside.
I thought the blue jeans with a simple band tee and chucks was comfy enough for a day out— especially considering my long shift at the hospital a few hours ago. But to Lucy, it wasn't cutting it which is why she was raiding my closet after instructing me to take my shirt off.
"Perfect!" She squealed, pulling out a navy, mini skirt that I hadn't even know existed. "You own fishnets?"
I shake my head, and she rolls her eyes playfully. "Why did I even ask."
For the next ten minutes, Lucy plays dress up with me as the doll. The white cami tucked into the navy, mini skirt was layered under an oversized bomber jacket.
"I did the best I could with what you got." She shrugged as I finished tying the white, chunky Filas.
"Ouch." I laughed, grabbing my purse and my phone before holding her hand and dragging her out of the house.
"Let's go, I've had enough playing doll."
Lucy laughed, lacing her fingers with mine as we walked for a cab.
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After spending a full day at the museum, learning more about each other, we decided to order dinner to go.
But the guy at the register started flirting with Lucy, resulting in us getting our order thirty minutes later than the norm because he couldn't take his eyes off of the deep cleavage of her breasts from the unzipped zipper at the center of her chest. The plus side was that he gave Lucy a free meal and she paid for mine because she felt bad for making me wait.
"What are we doing here?" I ask Lucy when the cab stops in front of Jungkook's apartment complex.
Lucy thanks the driver, paying him in cash before hoping out. "I don't know." She shrugs, helping my with the take out while I carry the drinks. "I come here when I'm bored."
"They won't mind?" I ask as we make our way inside.
She shakes her head. "Nah, Jungkook's probably not home. He's probably the only one who minds when Lee and I show up unannounced."
I wonder where he might be.
I hadn't stopped thinking about him since that night he touched my back with his delicate fingers, held my bare top in his arms, and gently placed his lips against my skin.
When Jimin left my house that night and I went back to my room to shower the paint that was still on my back, I realized I had slipped into his sweater and he had left my house in a simple tee in the cold.
We hadn't talked since. I should have texted him, but I was... scared? But of what, I didn't know.
Lucy laughs. "He spends a lot of his day working out on Thursdays."
"I wasn't—"
"Mhm." She hums, fully amused by my reaction.
When we finally reach their floor. Johnny's unlocking the door. He catches us walk out the elevator and he smiles, inviting us in while helping Lucy with the food— only because he was peeking his eyes inside the bags to inspect what we were eating. Luckily, we decided to buy large portions enough for the three of us to share.
"Is Jae home?" Lucy asked, taking the food out of the bags. Johnny shook his head, popping a fry into his mouth. "Jungkook hasn't been home all day— actually, I don't even think he came home last night."
I bit my lips, trying to ignore the scenarios that played in my mind about his whereabouts. But why did I care so much?
"I'm gonna use the restroom real quick." I smile, pointing upstairs.
Their half-assed 'okay' was enough clearance for me to sneak into Jungkook's room and leave him his sweater without any questions from them about why I had Jungkook's sweater. Once I reached Jungkook's bedroom, I slowly turned the knob and took a tiny step inside when I cracked the door open a tad.
My goal of staying as sneaky and silent as possibly was cut short when a gasp slipped my mouth and my limbs felt weak, releasing the knob in my hand so it sprung back up, making a noise louder than my gasp.
It caught their attention.
Lee's slim body, arched and perked to show the curvature of her pretty body, straightened on top of Jungkook when she noticed me at the door. Jungkook's grip on her waist fell, palms pressing against the mattress as he sat up, her body sliding off his in a straddle.
"May," he breathed out, doe eyes shocked and confused at my presence. "What are you doing here?"
"I-I just came to return your sweater," My pursed lips were the attention of Lee's eyes before they traveled to the sweater in my hands. Noticing the way her jaw clenched and her gaze lingered on the hoodie a little too long, I couldn't help the triumphant smirk on my lips despite the bitter taste on my tongue or the rapid beating of my heart from what I had just walked in on.
It was a small win because I was only returning his hoodie which he left at my house, but she was on his bed on him. Yeah, small win.
"I'll just leave this here," I said, throwing the hoodie across the room so it landed on his desk chair with the rest of his laundry.
"May-" He pushed her off him, but I ignored it, fleeting the scene as quickly as I could because the longer I watched her body on his, his lips swollen and stained with her maroon lipstick, the longer the cruel feeling of jealousy stirred in me.
And it was wrong. So wrong and annoying.
Why am I jealous?
"Wanna stay for a movie?" Johnny asked the second I got downstairs.
I took in a breath, fixing the expression on my face for a friendlier one. "Yeah, sure."
No, I don't want to stay, but I don't want to go home either.
Kylie and Ahn were acting strange. They were sweeter and clingy. I never noticed it in the past, but I guess it was because I was distracted by Jimin. We did everything together as we grew closer toward the beginning of October, and I guess I didn't put too much attention to Kylie and Ahn. But now that I'm single, and around a bit more often (when I'm not with Jungkook), I've noticed their need to be cheery around me. They spoil me, and shower me with love the second they noticed I'm alone.
I don't quite understand it, but my heart is guilty. I've been lying to their faces about being friends with Jungkook, but most importantly, time travel.
I can't go home.
"Great," Johnny claps his hands together, rubbing his palms together like a fly landing on an abandoned plate of food. "What should we watch? It's spooky season!"
Lucy gasps, perking up on the bar stool with excitement. "Oh my gosh, Friday the thirteenth lands on October this year! Mega spooky season!"
Johnny hums, nodding his head since he can't speak too well with the handful of fries he shoved into his mouth. "Yeah," He mumbled, and I cringe at the soggy mess he just swallowed after taking a sip of coke. "Jungkook and I are getting tats."
My brows furrow, clearly not understanding why Friday the Thirteen called for more tattoos. I guess Johnny notices my confusion when chuckles and leans on the granite island to tap the tip of his finger on the tip of my nose.
"You're cute," He says before his eyes are caught on something behind me. "You're here!" The shocked tone of his voice implies a genuine reaction to Jungkook's presence in his own home. But when his lips fall into a smirk, and his eyes swirl in mischief, I realize his next words are suggestive. "And Lee's here."
I can feel Jungkook approaching me just by the warmth that crawls to my ears. It's not long before his shoulder brushes against mine, but I don't dare look at him. My eyes fall on the half-eaten burger in front of me, deciding to toss it because I've lost my appetite.
"Jungkook, explain to May why we get tatted on Friday the Thirteenth."
As Jungook directs his attention to me, I still don't bother sparing him a glance. Instead, my focus is on Johnny who picks on my fries.
"For the sales. Tattoo artists drop their prices for the night," His breath is on the exposed skin of my shoulder, still warm and tingling on my skin. I finally offer him my attention, deciding I was too grown for this childishness. We are friends, and Jimin is who I wanted. My eyes are level with his lips when he says, "And, why not."
"Exactly," Johnny goes on a rant about what tattoo he's planning on getting, but my world is silent just staring at Jungkook, delving into all the reasons why it was so easy to fall into these... temptations.
It was just a crush because he was good-looking, and I wasn't going to let it distract me.
"Maybe I'll join you."
Jungkook smiled when the words escaped my mouth.
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